After signing with AC Milan, I will be the king of football!-Chapter 92 - 0090 Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow (First Subscription Requested)

Chapter 92: 0090 Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow (First Subscription Requested)

In the morning.

Huang Kaiwen went to find Ancelotti.

The door was not closed.

The other party was holding a Latin manuscript.

Struggling to read it with a dictionary.

Ancelotti, wearing a pair of floral glasses, looked up.

Upon seeing Huang Kaiwen he immediately said, "Kevin, you’ve come at just the right time."

"Hmm?"

Seeing Ancelotti’s expression.

Huang Kaiwen got a bad feeling and took a step back.

"I found an exorcism ritual in the ancient texts, and I was just about to look for you."

Just as expected!

The premonition came true.

Huang Kaiwen, however, stopped in his tracks.

Ah, it’s all the karma of his own doing.

Ancelotti excitedly opened his suitcase.

Of all the things he brought to Istanbul, his luggage was the heaviest.

Seeing those things, both familiar and unfamiliar, Huang Kaiwen felt overwhelmed.

"Hold on a moment, Kevin."

Ancelotti drew the curtains, took out some powder of an unknown substance, and began to draw a Hexagram Magic Circle on the ground.

Huang Kaiwen’s scalp tingled.

In TV dramas, Zakon always met his demise like this.

Often summoning strange things.

Although it seemed unlikely.

But in such an environment, any normal person would be scared, okay? It wasn’t that he, Huang Kaiwen, was a coward.

Fat Ancelotti, on the other hand, wasn’t afraid and even looked excited.

Once the "Magic Circle" was complete.

Ancelotti looked at Huang Kaiwen and said, "Come on, since Benitez has made his move, we need a countermeasure."

"That’s it?" Huang Kaiwen asked curiously.

"Of course not, I have a lot more preparations to make," Ancelotti said proudly.

Before going to Rome, he had made several preparations.

With the Pope’s declaration, plus the wizards from three continents, how could Benitez win with all these preparations?

Huang Kaiwen could only bravely step into the middle of the "Magic Circle."

Ancelotti lit a candle at the apex of the Hexagram.

Huang Kaiwen asked curiously, "What kind of candle is this?"

"Holy candle," Ancelotti said. "This candle is made from dragon tears."

"Dragons, where are there dragons?"

Huang Kaiwen thought the candle smelled like the incense Barbara used.

"How could there be no dragons?" Ancelotti said mysteriously. "Otherwise, why would there be so many movies with dragons? Surely someone has seen them, and even if dragons are extinct, there must still be bones. They’re just kept hidden by nations for research."

Perfect logic!

Unexpectedly, Fat Ancelotti could make such logically consistent arguments.

Huang Kaiwen was impressed.

Ancelotti, holding a notebook, began to read deliberately.

Having seen the notes before, Huang Kaiwen had already determined that Ancelotti’s method was identical to that of some students who phonetically notate English words with Chinese characters.

Fat Ancelotti was phonetically notating Latin with Italian.

"...vēnī vīdī vīcī."

After a series of Latin words, Ancelotti pronounced the ending.

Seeing his expression, Ancelotti said, "This is a famous quote from Caesar the Great."

"Yes, I know. So what does it have to do with the curse?" Huang Kaiwen also had heard ’I came, I saw, I conquered.’

"I just think adding a line sounds better," Ancelotti replied.

Huang Kaiwen: ...

Why not just retire and let Fat Ancelotti direct a movie instead?

His mysterious presence alone would be enough.

A horror film might be a huge hit.

Perhaps it could replicate the miracle of "Paranormal Activity."

Finally done dealing with the coach, Huang Kaiwen went to the restaurant feeling exhausted.

After a nap.

The exhaustion from being tormented by the coach vanished in an instant.

He felt much better.

"Alright, lads, we’ll relax indoors for a while, and then get ready to head to the stadium," the assistant coach came over and said.

The hotel had a simple indoor soccer field.

That morning, Huang Kaiwen had already used the [Injury Immunity Card].

Thinking of his incredible luck for the day.

Huang Kaiwen was looking forward to today’s [Experience Card].

Upon arriving at the indoor pitch, he looked at his 100 [Anticipation Points] and couldn’t wait to draw a card.

[Ding, you have obtained the 1966 World Cup third-place match experience card, Soviet Union vs Portugal, Lev Yashin]

Boom—

Huang Kaiwen’s mind exploded.

He couldn’t help but swear, "Fuck!"

"What’s wrong, Kevin?" Maldini asked with concern.

"No, nothing," Huang Kaiwen said with a forced smile.

Was it good luck?

Yashin was universally acknowledged as a legendary goalkeeper.

The greatest goalkeeper in the world, without a doubt.

The only one to have won the Ballon d’Or at the goalkeeper position.

Moreover, a penalty-saving deity.

How great was Yashin?

Amid the Cold War.

The Soviet Union was seen as a symbol of evil.

In 1971, for Yashin’s farewell match, Pele, Beckenbauer, Eusebio, and others went to the Soviet Union to participate.

In 1989, for the Yashin commemorative match, even Bobby Charlton, Eusebio, Beckenbauer, and Alberto were in attendance.

In 1990, Yashin passed away, and football fans around the world deeply mourned his loss.

Great? Certainly!

Yashin definitely deserved a reward for top-tier luck.

In a game like FIFA, he would be the kind of card that’s hardest to draw.

Lev Yashin played in 812 matches in his lifetime, kept a clean sheet in 480 games, and saved 150 penalties; it is basically impossible for any goalkeeper to break this record.

But for him, Huang Kaiwen, the professional field wasn’t quite right.

He couldn’t just tell the coach that today, he would play as goalkeeper.

Huang Kaiwen let out a sigh.

He ran to the center of the pitch to train.

He would take things one step at a time.

Slap,

With a pass from Gattuso, Huang Kaiwen stopped.

Luckily, the situation wasn’t as bad as he had imagined.

Yashin’s sense for the ball was decent.

In the early days, player positions were rather vague, with a bunch of forwards.

So, this wasn’t strange.

It was a small mercy amidst misfortune.

After kicking about and "walking the dog" for a while, the Milan players were bored; they still had to warm up on the field later.

Inzaghi glanced at the small goal nearby and gestured with a hooked finger towards Huang Kaiwen, saying, "How about a penalty shootout, five shots each, I want to win back."

Huang Kaiwen’s eyes widened.

Filippo, are you here to make fun of me?

Knowing that Huang Kaiwen was in a bad mood, you took the initiative to offer a treat.

Smiling, Huang Kaiwen walked over and asked, "How much for a ball?"

"Ten thousand."

"Alright, who’s first?"

Inzaghi smiled and said, "Let you kick first."

He had just shot at the small goal, which was completely different from a full-sized goal. Seeing that Huang Kaiwen hadn’t shot at the small goal, Inzaghi thought Huang Kaiwen needed some time to get the feel, so he came up with this game.

As long as he could win in this set of five shots, he would stop playing.

It would also be a way for him to regain some ground.

The Milan players were obviously interested as well and gathered around.

Ancelotti looked worriedly at Huang Kaiwen.

"Don’t worry, if Kevin gets hurt with this intensity, then he’s even more likely to get injured in the game tonight," said the assistant coach.

Ancelotti thought it made sense and didn’t stop them.

Indoor soccer doesn’t have a twelve-yard penalty mark.

Huang Kaiwen stepped back to a roughly appropriate distance.

Inzaghi was even more pleased with his performance.

Shooting from twelve yards at a small goal, that’s even harder.

Not trying to get a feel for the ball during training, but now you want to show off?

In your dreams!

Inzaghi clapped his gloves together with a smacking sound, and gestured with hooking fingers toward Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen took a run-up and then let loose with his foot.

As expected, the ball flew over.

After all, "Yashin" was not an offensive player.

"Hahaha, are you deliberately letting me win, genius boy?" Inzaghi arrogantly laughed with his hands on his waist, looking utterly annoying.

"Cut the crap, I’ll play as goalkeeper."

"Then brace yourself to be scored against."

Inzaghi took the ball that Nesta tossed to him, walked to a distance similar to Huang Kaiwen’s.

After adjusting his breathing, Inzaghi took a run-up and kicked.

Bang—

The angle of this shot was very tricky, heading straight for the bottom right corner of the goal. For a professional goalkeeper, being even a little slow would mean missing it.

Never mind it being a small goal.

People without training wouldn’t be able to get to the ground fast enough.

Inzaghi was already preparing to celebrate.

But then, he suddenly widened his eyes.

It wasn’t a foot!

Huang Kaiwen had blocked the ball with a standard diving save.

The watching Milan players were shocked.

Especially Dida and Abbiati.

On that shot, Huang Kaiwen’s reaction speed and dive were simply astonishing!

Even Dida doubted if he could be that fast.

"It’s a fluke, definitely a fluke!" Inzaghi said stubbornly, "Again, you can’t always be this lucky."

Huang Kaiwen went up to take a penalty.

This time he hit within the frame of the goal.

The position was rather central, and Inzaghi tried to block it with his foot.

But due to his lack of experience in goalkeeping, he deflected the ball into the net.

"Hahaha, what a beautiful own goal, Kevin’s team one to zero," Pirlo laughed heartily, holding his stomach.

"Thank goodness Filippo isn’t our goalkeeper," Gattuso commented.

Dida kindly reminded, "Filippo, in such situations you should push the ball with your foot, you can’t just block it, because you can’t completely dissipate the force that way, and the shot is very powerful. Plus, when you push it, your foot can’t be too low, otherwise the ball can easily go over it."

"Isn’t it just the same principle as trapping the ball, I was just careless is all," Inzaghi said, unwilling to accept defeat, and once again walked to the twelve-yard mark.

He was ready to give Huang Kaiwen a tough shot.

Staring at the tight angle for a while, Inzaghi took a run-up and kicked.

Bang—

Seeing Huang Kaiwen’s position shift left, he already had a smirk on his lips.

The next second,

Inzaghi’s eyes were wide again.

Huang Kaiwen had once again blocked the ball with a flying side-save!

"Lucky guess, definitely lucky!"

Inzaghi, grasping his hair, exclaimed, "How about this, if you goalkeep and I don’t score, I’ll give you twenty thousand, if you don’t save it, it’s still ten thousand."

"Bring it on!"

Huang Kaiwen gestured with hooked fingers towards Inzaghi in return.

Their teammates were also intrigued.

They were curious whether Huang Kaiwen was really just guessing.

Bang—

It flew over.

Bang—

Side save.

Bang—

...

After twenty balls, everyone in the indoor soccer pitch doubted their life choices.

Inzaghi slumped on the ground, muttering to himself, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

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